Master told me over and over again that even though I was an excellent slave and had pleased him greatly it was also true and I must never forget that...I am nothing more than fuck meat, a human toilet, a cum dumpster, a slab of slut meat with fuck holes and that I am less than human and would be used this way by not only him but whoever he chooses to use his whore as well. There was no question for me, I knew who I was and the mere thought of knowing that was nothing more than filthy fuck holes. As soon as she took the salad out, several people had a great laugh at her expense. As her boss came in demanded that the reports he needed be placed on his desk immediately. She threw the salad away, and went to her bosses office to print the reports. He wanted to know why she could not do so from her own office, and she explained that the wires on her equipment had been damaged. He frowned. ‘I’m going to lunch. Have them done, when I get back.’ He demanded and left. Petra spent the rest of. “Nice.”“You know your equipment. If you could start carrying these to the van.” Jason took his wallet out of his pocket and removed the magnetic pass card. “Take this so you can get back in the building. I’ll leave the door to the corridor unlocked.”Daymon picked up one of the column speakers and headed out the door. Jason began unhooking cables. Phyllis deposited a tub of clothing on the floor near the door. Her nephew appeared at the door. “Daymon -- take this out, too.”“Yes, m’am,” he. 35 no sign of her. One of the store guys was eyeing me suspiciously as I was just wandering here and there. I decided to give it another 10 minutes and beat it out of there. At 11.45, as I was exiting she was about to enter. I said hi, she asked me to wait and she’ll be back. She returned in 5 minutes, as she was cooking she realized that she had forgotten some spices and came to get them. She asked if I had any work, and when I said no she invited me over. I apologized for my earlier behavior.